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Leaf	By : Mek Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 1607 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is an original work of fan fiction based on the original stage play: Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie. Any resemblance to actual people, events or similar fan fictions is entirely coincidental.

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Passing Time
“Come on then.” Leaf taunted excitedly, curling her hand to press her thumb to its adjacent forefinger as though gripping an invisible banana as she shook her wrist. “Show me how you do it.”
“I…” He started, and as his confidence failed him, he turned to Chrystabelle in hope. The faerie rolled her eyes, leapt from her perch on the bed’s headboard and swooped to land upon his shoulder. Leaf did not hear what the tiny creature whispered into his ear, but she saw his eyes widen, his pupils dilating and he seemed to smirk. “But she’ll see my… my thing…” He finally grasped what she was suggesting. “My cock-a-doodle-do.”
“Your cock-a-doodle-do?” Leaf giggled aloud. She couldn’t help it. “That’s so cute.” It took some effort, but she stopped herself from laughing too hard as it didn’t seem fair to make fun of his innocence. As Peter’s confidence looked to have been knocked back a bit, she was gaining it. “It doesn’t seem right to have one if you can’t show it to anyone and I do so want to see you play with your cock-a-doodle-do.”
“That is what it’s called.” He grumbled as she struggled to keep a straight face. The certainty that was clear in his eyes began to fade. On his shoulder, Chrystabelle couldn’t contain her mirth either. “Isn’t it?”
“No.” The faerie nymph laughed, slapping a hand across her thigh like a pantomime character making a joke. “That’s not it at all.”
“I’ve heard people call it a cock before.” Leaf offered as she fought to steady herself. “But not all of that. Some guys call it a dick, a prick, or something else starting with pee, I think.”
“Penis.” Chrystabelle declared a little louder than expected, and she waved a tiny green finger in the air in some sort of gesture that Leaf didn’t comprehend. “It’s proper name is penis, and that’s one point to me. Oh Peter, how silly you are. Now you have to show it to her.”
“Fine.” He said dismissively, clearly frustrated and yet he tried to pass it off as though it was not a big deal when he lifted one hand away and held his young cock erect in the other. “When you have a smile in your heart, there is no better time to start.”
Leaf saw his penis clearly for the first time as he allowed it to stand upright, from the exposed tip to the base and the bulbous testicle sack hanging below. She sized it up in her mind’s eye as he started to rub his hand up and down its shaft, comparing it to those she had seen before and grinned uncontrollably. Peter squirmed under the scrutiny of the attention he was receiving, usually delighted to be centre of attention, for the faerie was staring intently too. “Like this?”
“Yes, that’s it. That’s very good.” Leaf smiled as she checked that the glue was dry enough to let go of his feet. She wasn’t entirely sure if she had spoken or if the encouraging words had come from Chrystabelle, but it was the sentiment she intended to convey. They were both watching him, intrigued and curious, even as she released his shadow and sat back from the feet she had glued it to. “Does it feel good?”
“Oh, it worked. You did it.” Peter cried with joy, seeing his shadow dancing next to him and almost forgetting what he was doing. “Yes, yes it feels great. The glue worked, you said it would. Girls are so clever. I declare that one girl is more use than twenty boys.”
“She meant your cock, Peter.” Chrystabelle pointed out. “He’s so easily distracted.”
“Its fine. I think it’s perfectly lovely the way you talk about girls Peter.” Leaf grinned flirtingly, but she couldn’t take her eyes from his prick as she said it and asked again. “So does it?
“Yes, right, it does. I mean, I think so.” He breathed, having stroked his length several times more. “It’s warm and, well… strange.” He explained, not stopping as his grasp stretched the skin of his penis from one end and then the other. “So I play the game and you watch?”
“Yes.” Chrystabelle nodded cheerily, and Leaf thought she heard bells jingling again.
“Then what?” Peter asked expectantly, certain there had to be more to it than that. “Do I have to do anything else?”
“Well, no.” Leaf had not thought of it as a game before, but she wasn’t going to argue. Watching him play with himself was fun, she decided. His attractive figure, his mere presence on her bed and then watching him stroking his dick in front of her was pleasant enough to watch, but it was only making her want to do more. With that in mind she stood, lifted the pleat of the white dressing gown. “Actually, we can all play.”
“Ah, good. But girls don’t… erm… How does that…” Peter’s sentence trailed off as his eyes focused upon bare skin. Leaf had lifted a leg as she reached beneath the gown and unclasped her black thong, which fell away in her hand. In doing so, she felt a new sensation building inside of her, like the butterflies in her stomach that came with nervous anticipation and yet she did not feel nervous. If anything it felt good, like a rush of joy had filled her with a tingling warmth. Leaf had not anticipated the effect it would on Peter though. He looked entranced, sat there frozen with his jaw hanging open and yet his hand seemed to stroke his dick faster and with more determination than before. She had no idea why Peter was so affected by it, but his reaction gave her an incredible thrill as he stared directly where her thong had been.
Without wasting a moment more Leaf clambered onto the bed, folded her legs crossed in front of her and slid a hand down to her vulva. She couldn’t wait any longer for the sensations of pleasure that she knew awaited only a few finger strokes away. Although she had touched herself many times, it felt entirely different to do it in the presence of someone else. In a way, she considered it may have been simply the elation of having a boy in her bedroom, or perhaps it was that they had only just met, Peter was practically a stranger and that caused in her a whole plethora of emotions Leaf had not expected. She was excited and at the same time nervous, anxious for his approval, anxious to know his thoughts, hesitant but lustful, overtired and yet totally aroused.
“Have you done this before?” Chrystabelle asked. She looked surprised by the forwardness of Leaf’s sudden abandonment of modesty, but there was nothing in the faerie’s tone to suggest any hint of disapproval. Leaf’s felt a moist warmth around her forefinger as it slipped between her labia and she shook her head.
“Only on my own, when I’m alone.” She replied. That her infant brother was usually there asleep in his cot did not really count in her mind. Unless he was awake and crying, the presence of the baby did nothing to make her feel less alone. “What about you?”
“Ah, well yes.” The faerie answered, even though Leaf had directed her question towards Peter. “But you see, when it comes to… well, this.” She gestured to the bed. “We Fae do things rather differently to humans. I’m not sure I can describe it in a way you’ll understand.”
“It’s magic.” Stated Peter with one hand cupped around his testicles while the other still tugged steadily at his cock. “It happens by the light of each new moon, I’ve seen it. In wooded glades with stone circles and lots of them, more fairies than you could count. It’s like a big party and they all… umm.”
“Oh…” Leaf uttered, rubbing the wet finger over her clitoris. “So have you done anything like this before Peter?”
“I guess so. You said only liars don’t and I never lie.” The boy shrugged by way of an answer. “I’ve done many amazing things, seen wonders beyond your wildest dreams, been on many adventures. I must have. I just…” He fell silent, his attention shifting to what he was doing and the sentence went unfinished. Each downward stroke of his hand revealed the bright red gland as his foreskin peeled away, where a fresh seminal bead formed until it was wiped away by the returning stroke.
“Time passes here with the ticking of a clock. A constant progression of aging that leaves behind only memories.” Explained the faerie. Her own hand hovered between her tiny legs as she flapped her wings for balance. “The laws of time work differently in Neverland. Memories wither and fade.”
“Except for fairies.” Peter chimed back in. “They know everything about everything.”
“Well, not exactly.” Chrystabelle nodded bashfully, sensing Leaf’s gaze upon her. “Some Fae share a collective memory, combining our experiences and all that we learn. Things that have passed and some that have yet to come. For example, I’ve never been here before, but others of my kind have. So I know that Jessabelle was sat right up there on that bookcase the first time she saw your mother, and another faerie was watching over you on the day that you were born.”
Leaf did not know how to respond to that. As she played her fingers between the moist flaps of her labia, the thought occurred that there had been faeries around, watching her without ever being seen. It was disconcerting, but somehow it also felt comforting, as though their mere presence had kept her safe from harm. She wondered if that was normal, if faeries watched everyone, or perhaps she was special in some way. She couldn’t think how as she pushed a fingertip into her pussy. She didn’t feel special or anything different from other girls her age, but no one else talked about seeing faeries or having boys masturbating on their beds.
“Has Peter been here before?” She eventually asked, as she tugged at the belt of her dressing gown. The corners of soft fleece were becoming frustrating. They kept tangling around her arm and getting in the way. Giving up on it, she pulled the belt loose and slipped the material from her shoulders until it lay gathered in a heap around the base of her back.
“Yes, many times. He comes once...” Answered Chrystabelle, quicker and far more than she should have, for she covered a hand over her mouth, clenched her other between her legs and squeezed her eyes together.
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